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In the morning glow light so low
the day as night shelds her skin
In the aftermath of the long past,
I'm to see the light.
Through days and spinning scenes,
the of weight that God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes with snakes
and the dreams one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, just when you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you unaware and you
it as hell ain't gonna get any better.
So tune into the and listen to the words we say.
it's get far worse before it gets better.
Tune into the T.V. show, we will appear to show you the way.
So turn your heads to the starry above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels takes to the Promised Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
getting ready for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the of the storm we shall be born,
under the red and the and the white,
these will take flight.

with crippled wings and songs to sing.

Just a stupid ranch hand in a rock band,
trying to God's masterplan.

When the Lord "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I said "Lord I make you a
I will if you give me a hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He "Son! I will if you will."
I said 'My sweet Lord' a deal."

Waiting to hit crippled wings,
waiting to hit songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the looking over.
Waiting to hit the center stage at such a golden and age,
shot out of the miry clay cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger in after-birth we're her for all she's worth,
stars above, lone star below, upon the earth a star is born.